لاno غَروَwonder إِنif لَعِبَتtoyed بِهِwith him الأَشواقُthe longings
لا غَروَ إِن لَعِبَت بِهِ الأَشواقُ
هِيَit رامَةٌRāmah وَنَسيمُهاand its breeze الخَفّاقُfluttering
هِيَ رامَةٌ وَنَسيمُها الخَفّاقُ
No wonder that longings have toyed with him:
No wonder if longing plays with it,
it is Rāmah and its fluttering breeze.
It is a gazelle and its breeze is fluttering.
مَنwhoever كانَwas يَعذِلُهُreproaching him فَقدfor already غَلَبَprevailed الهَوىlove
مَن كانَ يَعذِلُهُ فَقد غَلَبَ الهَوى
وَتَحَكَّمَتand took command بِفُؤادِهِof his heart الإِغلاقُthe locks
وَتَحَكَّمَت بِفُؤادِهِ الإِغلاقُ
Whoever would reproach him—love has prevailed,
Whoever blames it has been overcome by passion,
and locks have taken command of his heart.
And darkness has taken over his heart.
خَلّواleave فُؤاديmy heart وَالغَرامَand passion فَإِنَّهُfor indeed it
خَلّوا فُؤادي وَالغَرامَ فَإِنَّهُ
قَلبٌa heart لَهُfor it بِهَواهُمin loving them اِستِغراقُcomplete absorption
قَلبٌ لَهُ بِهَواهُم اِستِغراقُ
Leave my heart alone with passion, for it is
Leave my heart alone and passion, for it
a heart wholly immersed in loving them.
Is a heart drowned in their love.
كَمhow many بَينَamong أَكنافthe environs العَذيبِof al-ʿUdhayb حشاشَةٌa living heart
كَم بَينَ أَكناف العَذيبِ حشاشَةٌ
ذَهَبَتwent بِهاwith it الوَجناتُthe cheeks وَالأَحداقُand the eyes
ذَهَبَت بِها الوَجناتُ وَالأَحداقُ
How many a living heart within al-ʿUdhayb's bounds
How much coquetry is between the arms of the languid one,
has been swept away by cheeks and eyes!
Taken away by the cheeks and eyelids.
مِنof كُلِّevery مَنone who عَبَثَtoyed النَسيمُthe breeze بِقَدِّهِwith his figure
مِن كُلِّ مَن عَبَثَ النَسيمُ بِقَدِّهِ
فَشكاso complained المَجالthe space وِشاحهُhis sash المقلاقُrestless
فَشكا المَجال وِشاحهُ المقلاقُ
From every one whose figure the breeze has toyed with,
Whoever the breeze toyed with his braid
so his restless sash complained of room to spare.
His place of departure and cloak complained.
شغفwas enamored الحِجازthe Ḥijāz بِهِof him فَسائِرُso all مائِهِits water
شغف الحِجاز بِهِ فَسائِرُ مائِهِ
دَمعٌtears وَكُلُّand every نِسيمِهِits breeze أَشواقُlongings
دَمعٌ وَكُلُّ نِسيمِهِ أَشواقُ
The Ḥijāz is enamored of him; all its water
The love of Hejaz consumed it so its waters
is tears, and its every breeze is longing.
Are a tear and every breeze desires.
ياO قَلبُheart عَنكَaway from you; desist وَمَنand whoever يُعَنَّفis rebuked فيin الهَوىlove
يا قَلبُ عَنكَ وَمَن يُعَنَّف في الهَوى
فَاللَومُfor blame عِبءٌa burden لاnot يَكادُalmost يُطاقُcan be borne
فَاللَومُ عِبءٌ لا يَكادُ يُطاقُ
O heart, desist! For whoever is rebuked in love,
O heart, who is harshly blamed in love,
blame is a burden scarcely to be borne.
Blame is a burden that can hardly be borne.
كَيفَhow التَخَلُّصُescape وَالجُفونُand the eyelids نَواعِسٌdrowsy
كَيفَ التَخَلُّصُ وَالجُفونُ نَواعِسٌ
وَبِماand with what التَسَلّيconsolation وَالقَدودُand the figures رِشاقُslender
وَبِما التَسَلّي وَالقَدودُ رِشاقُ
How can one escape when the eyelids are drowsy?
How can one free himself when the eyelids are vigilantes
And with what find solace when the figures are slender?
And with what can one console when the necks are lofty?
وَعَلىand on الكَثيبِthe dune الفَردthe solitary صَرَّحَopenly declared بِالهَوىof love
وَعَلى الكَثيبِ الفَرد صَرَّحَ بِالهَوى
مَنone who لاnot يَلُمُّvisits بِقَلبِهِin his heart إِشفاقُcompassion
مَن لا يَلُمُّ بِقَلبِهِ إِشفاقُ
And on the solitary dune, he openly declared his passion—
And on the solitary hill passion bragged
one whose heart no compassion touches.
Of one whose heart has no compassion.
أَخَذَtook الهَوىlove عَهداًa pledge عَلَيَّbinding on me لِخَدِّهِfor his cheek
أَخَذَ الهَوى عَهداً عَلَيَّ لِخَدِّهِ
أَنthat لاnot يَزالceases دَميmy blood عَلَيهِupon it يُراقُis shed
أَن لا يَزال دَمي عَلَيهِ يُراقُ
Love exacted from me a pledge for his cheek:
Passion took a pact to her cheek
that my blood should forever be shed upon it.
That my blood over it will always be shed.
إِنّيindeed I لأsurely I (fragment) عذرُexcuse (fragment) فيin الأَراكِthe arāk tree حَمامَةَa dove الشthe sh- (fragment)
إِنّي لأ عذرُ في الأَراكِ حَمامَةَ الش
شاديsinger كَذَلِكَlikewise تَفعَلُact العُشّاقُthe lovers
شادي كَذَلِكَ تَفعَلُ العُشّاقُ
I do indeed excuse the dove in the arāk tree—the
I have no excuse, I treat the doves of the thickets
singer; lovers do likewise.
Like that, such are the lovers.
حَكَمَdecreed الغَرامُpassion الحاجِرِيُّḤājirī بِأَسرِهاto their captivity
حَكَمَ الغَرامُ الحاجِرِيُّ بِأَسرِها
فَغَدَتso they became وَفيand in أَعناقِهاtheir necks الأَطواقُthe collars
فَغَدَت وَفي أَعناقِها الأَطواقُ
Ḥājirī passion decreed their captivity,
Passion judged it fully
so they came to wear collars around their necks.
So she wore shackles around her neck.
أَشتاقُI long أَنto أُمسيspend the evening طَعينَpierced قَوامِهِhis figure
أَشتاقُ أَن أُمسي طَعينَ قَوامِهِ
حَيثُwhere النِزالcombat عَريكَةٌmettle وَعِناقُand an embrace
حَيثُ النِزال عَريكَةٌ وَعِناقُ
I long to spend the evening pierced by his figure,
I long to spend an evening in his embrace
where combat is strength of will and embrace.
Where the descending is soft and the hugging intense.
وَأُحِبُّand I love تَلسَعُنيsting me عَقارِبُthe scorpions صُدغِهِof his temple-lock
وَأُحِبُّ تَلسَعُني عَقارِبُ صُدغِهِ
عِلماًknowing بِأَنَّthat رُضابَهُhis saliva دِرياقُan antidote
عِلماً بِأَنَّ رُضابَهُ دِرياقُ
And I love the scorpions of his temple-lock to sting me,
And I love to be bitten by the hornets of his cheek
knowing that his saliva is an antidote.
Knowing that his satisfaction is a healing.
وَيلاهُalas for me مِنbecause of خَنسِcoyness الشَمائِلِthe manners أَهيَفٍa slender-waisted one
وَيلاهُ مِن خَنسِ الشَمائِلِ أَهيَفٍ
لاnot يُرتَجىis hoped for لِأَسيرِهِfor his captive إِطلاقُrelease
لا يُرتَجى لِأَسيرِهِ إِطلاقُ
Alas for me, for a slender one of coy manners,
Woe to him, from the concealment of the attributes of a censured lover
for whose captive no release can be hoped.
For whom his captive has no hope of release.
حَلَفَswore الدُجىthe night أَنَّthat الدُجُنَّةَthe darkness شعرُهُhis hair
حَلَفَ الدُجى أَنَّ الدُجُنَّةَ شعرُهُ
وَالصُبحُand dawn أَنَّthat جَبينَهُhis brow الإِشراقُradiance
وَالصُبحُ أَنَّ جَبينَهُ الإِشراقُ
Night swore that the darkness was his hair,
The night swore that the blackness is his hair
and dawn that his brow was radiance.
And the dawn that his forehead is the emergence of light.
مُذsince جاءَcame بِالآياتِwith the signs مُرسَلُthe envoy صدغِهِof his temple-lock
مُذ جاءَ بِالآياتِ مُرسَلُ صدغِهِ
لَمnot يَبقَremained فيin دينِthe faith الغَرامِof love نِفاقُhypocrisy
لَم يَبقَ في دينِ الغَرامِ نِفاقُ
Since the envoy of his temple-lock came bearing signs,
Since the signs were sent by his cheek
no hypocrisy has remained in the faith of love.
There remains no hypocrisy in the religion of passion.
وَسَنىًand a radiance تَأَلَّقَglittered بَينَbetween مُنفَرِجِthe opening اللوىof al-Liwā
وَسَنىً تَأَلَّقَ بَينَ مُنفَرِجِ اللوى
فَتَساكَبَتso streamed بِدُموعِهاwith their tears الآماقُthe eye-corners
فَتَساكَبَت بِدُموعِها الآماقُ
And a radiance glittered in al-Liwā's opening,
Teeth that shone between the parting of his twist,
so the corners of the eyes streamed with their tears.
So it poured out with its tears the water springs.
بَعَثَsent forth الغَرامُlove مِنَfrom الخِيامِthe tents فَياso, oh! لَهاfor them
بَعَثَ الغَرامُ مِنَ الخِيامِ فَيا لَها
تُحَفٌgifts تُمَدُّare stretched لِحَملِهاto bear them الأَعناقُthe necks
تُحَفٌ تُمَدُّ لِحَملِها الأَعناقُ
Love sent forth from the tents—oh, what
Passion sent from the tents, oh how
gifts, to bear which necks are stretched!
Bags extended to carry them on necks.
ياO قَلبُheart هَلis there? أَهلُthe people المُحَصَّبِof al-Muḥaṣṣab سائِلٌan inquirer
يا قَلبُ هَل أَهلُ المُحَصَّبِ سائِلٌ
عَمّاabout what تُجَنُّare maddened مِنَby الهَوىlove العُشّاقُthe lovers
عَمّا تُجَنُّ مِنَ الهَوى العُشّاقُ
O heart, is there among al-Muḥaṣṣab's people one who asks
O heart, are the people of the dwelling asking
about what drives lovers mad with passion?
About what the lovers conceal out of passion?
أَينَwhere الأولىthose who كانواwere البُدورthe full moons فَأَصبَحَتand so became
أَينَ الأولى كانوا البُدور فَأَصبَحَت
فيin السَيرِthe journey أَبرُجَةَthe mansions السُرورِof joy مَحاقُmoon-darkness
في السَيرِ أَبرُجَةَ السُرورِ مَحاقُ
Where are those who were full moons? And now,
Where are the first ones, they were full moons but became
on their departure, joy's mansions are moonless.
In travel, the towers of happiness erased.
رَحَلواthey departed فَلاso no longer بانthe bān-tree اللوىof al-Liwā البانُthe bān-tree الَّذيwhich
رَحَلوا فَلا بان اللوى البانُ الَّذي
يُسَمّىis named وَلاnor أَوراقهُits leaves الأَوراقُthe leaves
يُسَمّى وَلا أَوراقهُ الأَوراقُ
They departed: al-Liwā's bān is no longer the tree
They left, neither the twist of separation appeared, which
called bān, nor are its leaves any longer leaves.
Is named, nor its leaves, the leaves.
لِلَهِby God! أَيُّwhat حشاشَةٍa living heart مَزَّtore apart (fragment) قَتهاyou ... it (ending)
لِلَهِ أَيُّ حشاشَةٍ مَزَّ قَتها
بِيَدِwith the hand الصَبابَةِof longing وَالرِكابand the riding camels تُساقُare driven
بِيَدِ الصَبابَةِ وَالرِكاب تُساقُ
By God, what a living heart you tore apart
By God, which gazelle was torn apart
with the hand of longing, as the riding camels were driven!
By the hands of youth and trotting feet driven?
إِذwhen لاno مُعينيmy helper غَيرَother than قَلبٍa heart والِهٍbewildered
إِذ لا مُعيني غَيرَ قَلبٍ والِهٍ
أَثرُthe trail الحَمولِof the laden camels وَدَمعُهُand its tears مِهراقُpoured out
أَثرُ الحَمولِ وَدَمعُهُ مِهراقُ
When I had no helper but a bewildered heart,
When I have no helper but an infatuated heart
on the trail of the laden camels, its tears pouring out.
The trace of burdens and its tears gushing.
واوَحشَتاًalas, what desolation! لِلعاشِقينfor the lovers وراحَةُand the solace الthe (fragment)
واوَحشَتاً لِلعاشِقين وراحَةُ ال
عُشّاقِlovers أَنto يَتَأَوَّهsigh المُشتاقُthe yearning one
عُشّاقِ أَن يَتَأَوَّه المُشتاقُ
Alas for the lovers' desolation! And the solace of
It is lonely for the lovers but the rest of
lovers is for the longing one to sigh.
Lovers is that the yearning one sighs.
ماnot كُنتُI was أَعلَمُI know قَبلَbefore يَومِthe day فِراقُكُمof your parting
ما كُنتُ أَعلَمُ قَبلَ يَومِ فِراقُكُم
أَنَّthat الحمامdeath قَطيعَةٌestrangement وَفِراقُand separation
أَنَّ الحمام قَطيعَةٌ وَفِراقُ
I did not know, before the day of your parting,
I did not know before the day of your separation
that death is estrangement and separation.
That the doves are abandonment and separation.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.